(As remembered by Gary Frickey)
We were headed to our annual show down with Eau Claire. Shortly after leaving Marshall, we realized that we had forgotten to bring along some snacks. Jim Norton was driving, and we pulled off the highway and turned into the first gas station we saw which happened to be in Redwood Falls. The gas station was sort of on a side hill and the driveway into the station was downhill from the street. So, Jim pulls in, and we realize the driveway is icy and we are not going to be able to stop in time. Well, we slide into a gas pump and knock it over. For about 2 seconds, we all held our breath, expecting the car to burst into flames from the gas shooting out of the pump…but nothing happened.
We got out of the car and the kid who was working at the station comes out and says, “I’ve never seen anything like that before!” Then he said that he was getting ready to close and had just shut off the pumps. (lucky break for us). Then the kid says, “I better call the police”. Jim, using his RA and team captain training, jumps in and says “No, don’t call the police, call the owner of the station”.
So, the kid goes back inside to call the owner. In the meantime, we realize that we really need to have a picture of this, so we set the pump back up, in front of the state car. Then the kid comes back out of the station and we ask him to take a picture for us. That is the famous “gas pump picture” that is shown here.
What is still funny is that as the kid was taking the picture, the owner drives up and says, “What the hell is going on?”. Well, somehow, Jim, using his RA and captain skills again, talks his way out of it and assures the owner that we are insured and that when we get back to Marshall, he will follow-up. In the end, the state’s insurance covered everything, and Jim didn’t get into trouble, or any points on his driver’s license.
On the next trip out of town, we drove by the gas station and saw that they had a brand-new pump. It was funny because the style of the new pump didn’t match the old pumps so it sort of stood out. Any road trip after that, we would swing by the station to check out the pump.
After the mini reunion on campus in 2017 for Con Eckstrom's and Tom Moehn's Hall of Honor induction ceremony, Jim and I were sharing a rental car and on our way back to the cities to catch our flights home. We spent about 20 minutes driving around Redwood Falls to see if we could locate the gas station, and the famous pump. Sadly, neither one is still in existance.
Don Palm graduated in 1956 from White Bear Lake High School as a three sport letterman. Following a short stint a Hamline University he transferred and graduated in 1960 from Bemidji State College (now University (BSU)) earning a Bachelor of Science degree. At BSU Palm lettered in both football (58,59,60) and wrestling (59,60), he was a Northern Intercollegiate Conference (NIC) individual wrestling champion in 1960.
After earning a Master of Science degree from Southern Illinois University he returned to BSU in 1963 and initiated the Men’s Swimming and Diving program there. As BSU Head Men’s Swimming coach he quickly earned two NIC championships (66,67) and coached his team to 5th place in 1966 and 2nd place in the 1967 National Association of Intercollegiate Athletics (NAIA) Men’s Swimming and Diving championships. His BSU team was an NAIA record setter in the 200 Medley Relay and included four All-American selections. In spring of 1967, following his success at NAIA nationals, he resigned as Head BSU swimming coach to focus on his new duties as Head BSU football coach for three unremarkable seasons.
In 1969 Palm left BSU for the opportunity to initiate the Men’s Swimming and Diving program at the newly constructed Southwest Minnesota State College (later known as Southwest State University (SSU)) in Marshall Minnesota and joined the SSU Health and Physical Education faculty (which he eventually chaired). At SSU Palm coached the Golden Mustangs to five consecutive NIC championships (73,74,75,76,77), nineteen NAIA All Americans, two NAIA individual event champions (1st place finishes in 200, 500, 1650 freestyle events and 1st place finish in 1 meter diving), and a 97-44 dual meet record. Palm successfully coached the “Southwest Swimming Machine” to the school’s first conference title in any sport. He coached his team to 3 top ten finishes at the NAIA championships and in addition, he hosted, coordinated and served as meet director for NAIA Swimming and Diving Nationals four different times (72,75,76,77) at the SSU aquatic facility.
Palm stepped down from Head swim coaching duties in 1979 and took a one year leave of absence to pursue a doctorate degree and during this absence the SSU Men’s Swimming and Diving program was terminated due to budget cuts. In 1981 Coach Palm resurfaced at Valparaiso University coaching its’ Men’s Swimming team to a 1981 Conference Championship and resulted in him being selected as the Indiana Collegiate Conference 1981 Swimming & Diving Coach of the Year. In 1982 at age 44 Coach Palm died unexpectedly.
Dom Palm’s honors include selection to BSU Athletic Hall of Fame in 1986, charter selection to SSU Hall of Honor in 1992, and in 1986 the SSU (now SMSU) aquatic facility was named the Don Palm Natatorium. Coach Palm is remembered not only as an outstanding swimming coach and athlete, but more importantly as a remarkable inspiration to his athletes and to all who knew him.
How "Crash" got his nickname, as remembered by Jim Norton
(includes minor changes by the editor)
I think the actual day of the mishap was Saturday Oct 4th 1975 (I have "Crash Kearns Day" written as October 4th on my yearly Calendar which gives me a good excuse to 'toast' the event with cheap beer).
Due to underestimation of total passenger weight (Crash, myself, Jon "Wolfman" Ingvalson, and Bob "Flytrap" Berg) we 'touched' down in a cornfield (already harvested so it was short stubbles and was mostly dirt) about 200 yards short of the runway. Crash words were "Oh Shit" as we descended followed by "F**K! I think I just bought an airplane" as we slid to a stop.
When the plane came to a stop, in a stressed voice Bob yelled "LETS GET OUTA HERE!" and frantically climbed over Ingvalson to escape from the aircraft. Jon and I, (*following FAA rules for a crash landing, camly removed our oxygen masks, put our tray tables in the upright and locked position, unfastened our seat belts and following the emergency lights in the floor to the nearest exit) climbed out and ran about 75 yards from the damaged plane (like the gas pump, we thought it might blow) fell to the ground laughing helplessly in response to Crash Kearn's verbal responses and more so about Bob's ("Didja hear Bob?"/"Didja see Bob?"). A sedan came rushing out from the terminal and picked us up and brought us back to the hanger area. None of us were hurt at all (maybe John's pride) but the plane was totaled by the insurance company. Cause of mishap was definitely "Pilot Error". Cause of laughter was definitely Bob's reaction.
*editors enhacement, not part of Jim's original story
We took advantage of the fact that the Minneota golf course didn't have a dress code. Team captain, Jim Norton, recommended that we all wear our Speedo's under our shorts in case we might need to enter a water hazard to retrieve a ball. It was a warm day so for a few holes we took off our shirts and shorts and played a few holes with just our shoes and Speedo's on. In 1979, we contacted the Minneota course to see about another golf outing only to find out that they had "suddenly" implemented a dress code that prohibited "swimming attire" on the course.